Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat
If you haven’t got a penny, a ha’penny will do
If you haven’t got a ha’penny, then God bless you!

Or something like that. In any case, it’s time to do the Christmas thing. Everyone in our household is still blissfully unemployed, so there wasn’t much of a plan. Mom decided to really “do” Christmas this year, so there we go. We’ll be heading down the coast tomorrow evening, so we can enjoy the lights on the way.

I feel bad because we’re leaving the cats and chickens in the hands of the roommate, and I’ll miss them. Then we’ll be going north to Tualatin for New Years, hopefully will get to see the dad while there. But that’s a few more days away from the animals. And a few more with one animal in particular…I can feel spectacular burn-out coming.

Anyway – here we go with a happy thought from some happy kittens, Spike and Nox.

Hmm. They don’t look too thrilled with the hats. Maybe I should have gotten them matching mittens too…

First time ever, a review of a movie. Or rather, a couple movies. Which can be interpolated to represent all of the movies which are SyFy Original Movies.
(posted previously on Tribe)

I’m just unbelievably disappointed in them. The name change…well, you try not to pre-judge, right? But it’s just shite.

Today when I got home, Djin had the tv tuned to the last half hour or so of the SyFy Original Movie about ice twisters. It was such a blatant ripoff of Twister, it wasn’t even funny. What *was* funny is that I’d tried to watch it before, and about 4 minutes into it I realized what a ripoff it was and changed it. Then today when I came in, it took 5 seconds to recognize it because the scene was another direct ripoff of Twister. And sadly, I’ve only seen Twister once, years ago, and wasn’t really paying much attention to it. I just wanted to see the flying cow. Anyway, they plugged in some questionable technology and last minute saving of my the city I was born in, and it was over. I must say that I L O L d big time when the one guy died of hail. I mean, ever hear of running when the hailballs hit your damn head? dur? Instead it was like a scene from Godzilla or something, standing with his hands up over his face, screaming like a ninny. I’m glad you died, idiot.

Ok so after ice twister got over, it was a movie about colliders colliding or something. It was a mess of magical energy-producing colliders, terrorists, computery hacking, bad accents and vague locations. I should have stopped at the beginning when Marina Sirtis was trying to have a southern-bitch accent and half the rest of them couldn’t decide which accent they were supposed to have. Then they were in france, then…um, don’t remember. anyway. stupid. stupid stupid stupid.

stupid.

oh and a black hole. That’s what happens when you turn off all the other colliders and they can’t contain the bad colliders anymore.

The good news: The world did end, and with a bang, not a whimper. Whole damn planet exploded because dumbass listened to the faux-belle instead of his friend who he’d trusted for eons.

Urgh. Not even in the “greasy fried noodle” category. More like in the “mom put the stale off-brand cheezits into a used zip loc that I think used to hold grandpa’s suppositories”.

Bad.

I think I’ve come to the conclusion that trying to stay awake all day is futile. I went to bed before midnight last night, and still ended up taking a 3 hour nap. Mostly because I couldn’t think of a good enough reason to be awake. I got the kid off to school, fed the chickens, then what?

So I think that what I’ll do tonight is clean the kitchen and start making christmas candy. I got went and got a couple pounds of chocolate chips, a 4lb tub of peanut butter, 4 lbs of powdered sugar, some flavor extracts and butter. Probably other things too. Frango mints and buckeyes are my goal, maybe not both tonight, I’ll see how it goes.

I did get this really neat thing a few weeks back, at the Goodwill. It’s a Mirro Cooky-Pastry Press. Yes, Cooky. It has the little owners manual that says so.

Edit: Looks like it’s a mixed bag. There are two cookie tubes, about 30 pattern disks, but no plungers for the larger tubes. There is a smaller tube that is for like frosting or whatever, it’s complete and has several tips. It’ll be good for frango’s though.

***EDIT***
First batch complete -not only are the frango’s super cute, but it was sooo much faster and less messy than spooning it out.
Behold: Frango Mints, 2009

I just added a new category, On the bus. What this is for, is to tell stories of things that happen on the bus. Or things I’ve overheard, or whatever. Such as the following, which came from the mouth of an “almost 16″ year old girl.

Flavored condoms are like the best thing ever. I have a mint one in my backpack, you should chew on it.

These girls were sitting behind me. I hear rummaging. I hear a muffled “oh it tastes salty!”. Yes, apparently she actually did taste the condom.

I do understand now why my daughter prefers riding her bike to school now. She used to be on the bus with this particular ray of skeeze every day.

Oh my.